“Forget-me-not” by LIVEALIE
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Directed, Shot & Edited:
Jake Kindred: @jakekindredfilm
1st Assistant Director, 2nd Cam:
Zak Pinchin: @zakpinchinfilms
Produced by:
LIVEALIE: @livealiecult
Jake Kindred: @jakekindredfilm
Susie Barton: @susielbarton
Written by:
LIVEALIE: @livealiecult
Jake Kindred: @jakekindredfilm
Actor:
Olly Roy: @
James Harrison: @jameswlh
Assistant Camera:
Marlijn Hegge: @marlijnhegge
Alex Bray: @_alexbray
Art Director:
James Harrison: @jameswlh
Behind The Scenes:
Claire Hodgkins: @
Sarah Adams: @sarahadams_photo_
Locat
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Birmingham Film Studio: @birminghamfilmstudio
Places Spaces: @placesandspaces_uk
Robannas Studios: @
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Props Hire: InsaniTV: @insanitvvisuals
Spaghetti Hire: @spaghettihire
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Music Written by:
LIVEALIE: @livealiecult
Music Produced by:
Andrew Robles: @diaresta
Post-Production:
Nathan Smart: @nathansmartaudio // Smart Audio:
Vocal Engineer:
Chris Turner: @chrisoaa
Justin Mitchell: @
Re-Amped, Mixed, Mastered:
Buster Odeholm: @ // Odeholm Audio:
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Lyrics:
Forget me, forget me not,
I’m lost in a meadow, where all our memories go to rot. Forgive me, forgive me not
No more a sinner than a saint, oh what a sorry... state.
Raised up in the shadows where the light couldn’t reach
Force fed the fruits of another belief.
Tongue tied, by subtle lies
These crossed eyes could never seem to walk along the dotted lines
Was I just a martyr?
A figure of speech?
A loose end to your thread, that can’t mend the heart that you wear on your sleeve
Oh, what a shame
That I bare the mark of another’s hate.
I was never to blame
Left to wander alone for eternity.
You don’t deserve to share the air I breathe I’m buried six feet deep.
Screams don’t mean a thing.
These wounds were cut too deep
I was bleeding on your floor acting as if you’re worth dying for.
It’s hard to find the good that’s left in me. Your tears don’t mean a thing.
It’s hard to find the good that’s left in me. You’re not worth dying for.
And as I walk through the valley of night
I make a deal with the devil and take my own life. Dark omens, they follow me.
Cursed by the sycamore tree.
The roots beneath my feet, leach onto my soul like drawing blood from a stone. Oh, what a shame. That I bear the mark of another’s hate.
You don’t deserve to share the air I breathe I’m buried six feet deep.
Screams don’t mean a thing.
These wounds were cut too deep
I was bleeding on your floor acting as if you’re worth dying for.
Forget me, forget me not,
I’m lost in the meadow, where all our memories go to rot. Forgive me, forgive me not
No more a sinner than a saint, oh what a sorry state Forget me, forget me not,
I’m lost in the meadow, where all our memories go to rot. Forgive me, forgive me not
No more a sinner than a saint, oh what a sorry
state
You don’t deserve to share the air I breathe I’m buried six feet deep.
Screams don’t mean a thing.
These wounds were cut too deep
I was bleeding on your floor acting as if you’re worth dying for.Show more